Our first guests “tested out” our new baby, the Cottage at Sleepy Gap. We’re almost finished but not 100% - I still need to hang some artwork, but we’re soooo close. We’ve been working on the cottage since May, so we are ready to put this gem online!
Read what our writer/friend/poet, Bob Deans, said about his time there last week:
”Cradled in the breeze-swept hollow of Sleepy Gap, a forested fold in the Blue Ridge Mountains twenty minutes outside of Asheville, the cottage sounds a silent retreat from the pace of the world beyond. Halfway up a wooded slope, the cottage tucks into a verdant canopy of red oak, pignut hickory and tulip poplar, the treetops disappearing into the morning mist before towering into afternoon skies of Carolina blue. Time is best measured from the south-facing deck, where dawn breaks in soft light heralded by the ancient call of a pileated woodpecker or the song of a swallow or wren. Sunlight filters through the foliage in late afternoon, until shadows grow long from the mountains to the west. Evening falls with moonlight spreading through the pines, and only the baleful wail of some distant hound breaks the serenity of an evening staring up at the stars.
The cottage interior casts a spell of its own. Through careful design, the snug but tidy kitchen is fully equipped for a gourmet meal or casual brunch. The downstairs great room looks out onto the deck, perfect for opening the mind to time spent sketching, strumming a guitar or penning letters, prose and poems. The bedroom upstairs is spectacular, with windows opening to the forest outside. And a lovingly created window nook the size of a day bed appears like a hidden jewel, inviting visitors to curl up with a steaming cup of tea, burrow into a good book or simply gaze off into the woodlands and dream.
Dreams come easily at the cottage, a place where it’s no harder to work out the riddles of modern life than to imagine native Cherokee long ago, tracing the same steps today’s visitors might take among the high mountain laurel, lush mosses and ferns that crest the Blue Ridge hills rising up from behind the Cottage at Sleepy Gap.”
I think he liked it!
Lynne and Steve